My Life as a Dog

Dear Diary...My name is Frankie. I am four years old but you would think that I was older. I have had so much happen since I was born. I was born here in the mountains of Arizona. When I was eight weeks old, I went to a new home. I thought I would be there forever but I was wrong. I was sad because I had to stay home without my humans. I did have a friend named Oscar. Thank goodness he was there too. He was a good friend. Then one day a nice lady came and took me to her house. I thought I was going to go live with her. I was a little sad and very scared but she was a nice lady. But, I didn't live with her, she gave me to her mommy. I have lived with her and her husband for two years now and I am so happy. I gained some weight and my coat is very shiney now. When I first moved there I was too skinny, my coat was dull and some of my hair was rubbed off on my nose and legs. I guess I was a sight to see. But now....mommy tells me I am so cute! I sure feel better! Last year a new Miniature Dachshund (that's me too) came to live with us. His name is Jonny. We have become best friends and we do everything together. We had puppies last August and we might be having more in a while. I don't know for sure yet. But, mommy says that after that, no more puppies. That's ok. My friend Jonny went to the doggie doctor for one afternoon. When he came home he said he was "fixed." I wonder what that means. He wasn't broken. Hmmm.
That's all for now. I need to go take a nap. I am sooo tired from running around in all that white stuff out in the yard. It is cold and wet but it is a lot of fun to dig in and run around in. Sure makes me tired...and a little cold. (but mommy always makes me wear my jacket) See you later, Frankie